Kick 'em to the {ELLA} curb

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Cuuran watched her wake up for a long moment, not realising that he had a smile worthy of teasing from his guy friends, and let’s face it, most of his girl friend’s, for the entire time. He wasn’t sure what it was about the blonde who lay on his couch – but she wasn’t like the other girls he normally picked up, and it wasn’t for a reason he could easily put his finger on. She was pretty, bubbly, just like the girls he might normally go for – so why then, unlike the other girls, did his heart race when he saw her? Why did his stomach twist itself in knots when she smiled and his words choke in his throat when normally they came out so easily?

Why, did he have no control over his change when the mugger had tried to take their money? Why, did his urge to protect the petite blonde over rule every other emotion, every other piece of humanity to which the man could usually cling no matter what, and cause the wolf that was usually so quiet, that usually curled asleep so close to his breast, break free and very nearly rip the man to shreds?

Curran had no idea – he had no clue as to why these emotions were so rampant, or why the sleeping girl had such power over him, but he was going to find out. Maybe there was something about her he had missed... maybe she was a witch? Curran dismissed the thought as soon as it entered his head – no. He would have smelt it on her in his wolf form, the scent of magic was subtle, but no match for his nose in close quarters for prolonged periods... and even if she had masked it, once he turned wolf she would have not had a chance.

No, it was something else – something he thought he might ask his dad about later.

His smile grew as she woke and the kettle clicked off, though he ignored it for a second to chuckle at her comment and answer her questions. “Oh, ye. I used you for the pie, and i’m not going to kill you” He smirked and stood up, heading round the other side of the bar to where the kettle was still steaming “Imma gonna keep you here for the rest of your life to make me pie.” he grinned, and kicked his quiver out of sight under one of the counters, wondering where his bow had got to for a second as he made to hot mugs of coca... laced with a little of the bailys he had in a cupboard. After the night they had had, he figured Elle probably needed it as much as he did.

A few seconds later, he head back to where Ella was and handed over one of the mugs before retreating back to his armchair. “I scared the guy off, ” he answered her after a moment “but you fainted. I didn;t know where your apartment was, so i carried you here. It’s just where i stay sometimes, a little apartment above my mom’s bookshop, hence all the books. How’s your head?”

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

Elle’s glowing azure eyes tracked Curran to the kitchen, and her smile had grown sly as she watched him empty the whining kettle into two mugs and then top it with something rich and cocoa colored. His reply was quite mischievous and not at all serious, but the lilt in his tone and the actual thought of staying with the almost stranger for eternity caused the faintness to return to the blonde’s head, and the pixies in her stomach did flip-flops before she could coax them to settle down.

Elle giggled quietly and then shook her head, trying to force the drunken smile from her lips when Curran returned with their steaming beverage. The wispy girl was sure that she looked a mess, and didn’t want him to get too close a look in case he found her hideous in this light. She waited until he was comfortably seated across in his armchair before lifting her face to take him in from underneath long blonde lashes.

A sigh escaped her lips and she absently let her legs fall from the couch in case he wanted to move closer. Mess or not. His hair was artfully careless. His eyes sparkled with frivolity and the easy smile he wore suggested he was still the life of the party even when he was alone.
And he was a champion as well. Elle felt the flip-flopping pixies drop at his mention of the mugger, and it was hard to swallow past the knot in her throat. He’d scared a man with a gun off to protect her, therefore he would always be a hero in her eyes. If he asked for pie in return for his bravery she would gladly stay there like he’d suggested, making any time he wanted one.

“Oh…its fine.” She instinctually lifted her hand to the curls again, rubbing the nonexistent lump there. “What about you? I don’t remember much but…” And then her gaze widened at a fleeting reverie of the blood, his arm, a bullet…
“Your arm!” Elle gasped and leapt up, setting her mug on the little coffee table before perching on the sofa arm above him and tenderly pressing her fingertips to the bandage.

“You were shot!” Elle felt nauseous, and doting, and frantic for him at the same time. So it hadn’t been a dream, at least not that part. Even though she had been desperately trying to fight the urge, the willowy blonde couldn’t help her self. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged the heck out of him, doing her best not to choke him, but clinging with just enough pressure that he would know just how grateful she was.


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Song-- Our Song
Word Count-- 448

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Elle never even gave Curran a second to protest that the wound was fine, nothing more than scratch – which by now it probably would be- before she was there and she had her arms wrapped around him, and Curran just about thought that his heart was going to smash through his ribs and out into the wild world to roam free for all eternity it was beating that fast. Though at first he was a little too surprised that she had wrapped her arms around him in the first place when she had seen so refined and refrained earlier, he soon forgot all notions of that when he could smell her skin again and the scent of her shampoo – a scent he was quickly growing to enjoy.

He chuckled, softly, and wrapped his arms around her in return, his own mug of cocoa forgotten on the table next to him. Her angle was awkward, and Curran lifted her gently onto his lap - a little forward perhaps but the young man thought nothing of it as her warmth seeped through his skin, causing the hairs on the backs of his arms and neck to rise delightfully. No, Curran thought nothing of it, because he assumed nothing of it – the action was for all intensive purposes, innocent.

He held her, and allowed himself to be held for a long moment, simply enjoying the feel of her closeness in a way he had been unable to appreciate before – before he had carried her here through necessity and fear for her safety, now she had voluntarily hugged him, and it was completely different.... and Curran practically basked in it, not unlike a model on a Miami beach. Still, however, his wolf was not entirely silent in his chest, rather picture a wolf pacing behind a cage, agitated, and that was very much Curran felt just then, and like every wolf and dog who allows himself to be cuddled or held for a period of time, soon it became awkward. If he had paws, he would have been shuffling them – if the wolf would shut up and go to sleep already, Curran would have been quite happy to let her hold him, and he hold her, for the rest of the night.

Stupid genes.

For now however, Curran Pettelli pulled away slightly, loosening the hold he had taken on the petite blondes back to settle back in the couch a little, smiling. ”Maybe I should get myself shot more often if this is the reaction I get,”he teased, his eyes sparkling with the words, and the adrenaline and god knows what other cocktail of transmitter and hormones were currently swarming his veins. ”But really, it was just a scratch, nothing major. I think the guy was more scared of me after he fired it”He grinned, knowing the truth in his words. ”It doesn’t even hurt.”

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

Elle usually wasn’t so very forward, and though the thankful and doting embrace was absolutely and positively innocent, when Curran proceeded to pull her into his lap and return her squeeze with one of his own, the molten lava that erupted in her belly certainly was not.
The air left the blonde’s lungs in a great sigh of contentment, though she was altogether nervous in the same while. Pressing her face into his chest because, a.) She was so mortified by the unbidden heat rushing through her veins she didn’t want to let him see her flaming red cheeks and b.) She couldn’t resist the sound of his heart threatening to jump through his shirt, too.

It was incredibly warm there; wrapped in the cage of his embrace. Almost too warm in fact, and for a fleeting moment Elle begun to imagine that she wasn’t enveloped by strong arms but baking in an oven like one of her pies. The intense staccato that was reverberating under her cheek reminded the blonde that she was not a dessert however, and she reckoned that she could stay swathed in this balmy blanket of beautiful blue-eyed boy forever…that is until he gently pulled away.

The waitress couldn’t help the little whimper of disappointment that escaped her slightly parted lips at this gentle, but utterly disheartening separation of warmth and skin. Her azure gaze sought out the playfully glowing sapphire ones, and for a moment, though he had pulled away, she found her eyes caught in them like the proverbial moth to the flame and suddenly her lips were getting closer and closer to his cheeky grin.

No. she was most definitely not trying to kiss him. No…not at all…

Realizing that for some reason she really -was- moving closer to a lip-lock than she was particularly comfortable, Elle caught herself mid-eye flutter and gasped, turning even brighter pink than she was and growing really warm at the tips of her ears.
“Oh, my!” The blonde said suddenly, and put her hand to her lips, finding something interesting on the other side of the room…some thing much, much more interesting than those unfathomable sparkling eyes.

“Well, next time you get yourself shot my reaction might not be the same.” She finally answered him with a shy smile, able to turn her attention back on him now that her cheeks didn’t feel as inflamed and she didn’t have the undeniable urge to smooch on him.
“I’m not the kind of girl that is so predictable.” She was definitely lying. “Next time I might stomp on your toe or something. You never really know what I’ll do.”

Elle smirked and reached for his mug of cocoa, offering it to him since it was her fault he’d forgotten it before. “But I really am glad you are okay…” She cleared her throat and found their familiar pose (her still in his lap) awkward, but she didn’t want to move.
“The nerve of that guy pulling a gun on us. I never in a million years would have believed anything like that would ever happen to me. People on t.v. and movies, sure…but not me…”

So, she was prattling. Yes, she really was. Maybe it was because she was really nervous, or maybe it was a way to distract him from the thoroughly awkward (but overall comfy) position of an almost stranger in his lap.



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Curran -almost- got himself smooched on!
Song-- Our Song
Word Count-- 567

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Curran, perhaps not surprisingly, what with a pretty girl sat in his lap in all, was quite comfortable. Though, he had to admit for a second there, he had thought she was going to kiss him. And well, what being a ‘hero’ and all, he thought he might have been able to put up with it, you know, as a payment for what he’d done. Ah screw that, the young man with the sapphire eyes would have loved it, and ya’ll know it. He wet his lips, and willed his heart to beat a little slower... it was almost at the point of pain, but a pain that was at the same time, entirely delicious.

He grinned though, at her words, newly moistened lips parting slightly for a glimpse of those even, straight teeth, and just for the fun of it and the tease in her words, his fingers tickled her side. ”Unpredictable eh?” He laughed, his eyes matching the grin on his somewhat boyish features – everyone knew he was older than what he looked, but he found ways of pulling it off. He was good like that. Finally, he stopped tickling her and leant back in his seat, his breathing a little quicker from laughing, but not by an entirely measurable amount.”I like unpredictable sometimes. I mean you, throwing your purse at that guy, that was pretty damned amazing.” he told her truthfully – Elle had gained Currans respect for the as long as they knew each other and beyond in that little actions. It took a lot to show bravery, and he knew it.

For now though he took the mug, holding it in one hand whilst the other wrapped causally, and somewhat lazily around her waist, keeping her in place on his lap, but easily moved if she decided that really, she didn’t want to stay there. He lifted it to his lips and sipped it, smiling again as she prattled – he really didn’t mind. In fact, he liked the way she seemed to have the need to fill otherwise awkward moment with her words – Curran never felt that need, but then, he never really knew what an awkward moment was supposed to feel like either. He didn’t have many.

The chocolate liquid was good, made better by the baileys within it he knew (he liked the pang at the back of his throat. God bless being twenty one) but it didn’t match the silky sound of her voice, or the warmth of her in his lap, and he rested it on the arm of the chair after he had drunken half (he had a big mouth) and simply listened to her talk, still smiling. He could most certainly think of worse ways to spend an evening after all.

”Well, ”He said after a moment, and being the fearless sort of kid he was, and the small fact he had a severe case of ADHD that meant he found it impossibly to sit still for long periods of time, Curran started playing with the fingers on one of her hands, staring at them for a moment before meeting her eyes. ”I’m more glad you’re okay. Though, I guess we are gonna have to see about getting you home eventually.” he smiled again, a feature it seemed that was never long absent from his face. ”Or, I mean it’s late, and the motels are on the other side of town, you could stay here if you liked, and I’ll drive you to work in the morning. No funny business, I promise.” He added quickly, the tips of his ears flaring. ”I’ll sleep on the couch.”

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

Elle sniggered like a school girl as Curran’s fingertips danced across her curves and he expressed amusement to her teasing with his eyes as well as his grin. She even snorted a little, which was completely unexpected and entirely thwarting, so the blonde wriggled out of their nimble paths and settled a little awkwardly half on, half off of the boy’s hips. His jovial laughter made it just a bit easier to resurrect her self after dying from embarrassment and she was glad when the tickling ceased and he leaned back into the couch cushion with a thoughtful expression.

Of course, his praise at her chivalrous purse-throwing made the blonde snort again, but this time the expelled noise was from dismissal and not surprise or embarrassment. She hardly believed that the paltry excuse for a response to violence was anything to get excited about, just the opposite, Elle was stunned the mugger hadn’t laughed them to death. Never one to be able to accept compliments the off-duty waitress just waved facetiously and shook her blonde curls in negation.

“It was hardly amazing Curran.” She disagreed, and blew a stray lock of honey-wheat that had fallen into her eyes. “I’d say pretty sad, really.” But the argument and the treacherous occurrence were altogether forgotten when Curran snaked an arm around her waist to keep her settled on his lap as he sipped casually at his mug of cocoa.
He was so very calm about a stranger being perched so intimately against him, of course he didn’t realize that -she- couldn’t speak or move or even breathe for that matter.
They’d only just met and yet, here they were settled against one another like two lovers on a date. Truth be told Elle was actually quite comfortable there, but really…she was too cautious a girl to let her heart make the decisions; especially when it was beating so fast she felt faint and he was playing with her fingers and making her forget that her mind was telling her to get up.

Whether her hero or a stranger, when Curran mentioned taking her home or simply staying the night, Elle choked in surprise and decided it best to listen to her pesky head. Even though he had saved her life she couldn’t very well sleep with him…or…at his place rather, and she quickly leapt out of his lap and landed on the other side of the room where she proceeded to pace nervously.

“Oh…I couldn’t…” She said in a timid, trembling voice despite the fact she was trying to make her reaction as calm as possible. The blonde pretended to have moved so quickly out of desperate need for her drink, and she picked up her forgotten mug and lifted it to her yielding peach lips. She drank…gulped the chocolate down and was momentarily distracted.

‘Oh, this is good’ Elle thought to her self and finished the cocoa, suddenly feeling a little more serene. She didn’t realize that the calm had come from a touch of liquid courage. There wasn’t all that much Bailey’s in her drink, but she hardly ever touched alcohol.

Hand to her head in a sort of nonchalant pose, Elle twisted towards Curran again and forced a blithe smile. “I really should get back to the hotel. If I’m not back by midnight I’m sure mama will be worried sick.”
The blonde worried on her lower lip for a fleeting second, trying to remember if she’d mentioned to the dark haired boy that she lived alone and had no parents, but pushed that reverie from her mind quickly in order to focus on her escape. “If you’d let me use your phone I could call a cab. I don’t want to impose on you any more than I have…”



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Song-- Our Song
Word Count-- 631

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Curran knew he had pushed it too far from the way she had flown out of his lap, and felt enough like an idiot to make his ears burn. He ran a hand through his hair and leant forward, rubbing his mouth in that way guys do when they know they’ve said something wrong. Still, he was never one to be down for long, never one to let little things get to him – and besides, Elle was not about to slip through his fingers so easily. He arched his brow slightly when she said her mama might be worried, wondering perhaps why she might be living in a motel with her – but then who was he to judge? Still, he had thought, perhaps, from the tinge of sadness in her eyes that there might be something more to tell there.

But Curran was not the kind to pressurise someone into giving away information they didn’t want to... at least not most of the time. Never from Elle at least, unless she turned into a crazy raging psychopath – but given the way she paced the room now, the way she had gulped down her chocolate at the mere mention of staying over – even with separate rooms and walls and barriers and such- he doubted if that was going to happen any time in the near, or distant, future. No, Curran decided that should this girl decide he wasn’t a complete fuck up, and deign to actually go out with him for real next time... well maybe she might decide to tell him the story there too.

For now however, the man stood up and scratched at the bandage on his arm- it was starting to itch, a clear sign that thing was nearly healed, would be all better by the morning sun. ”Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out” He said, rocking on the balls of his feet whilst pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. His fingers found and length of thread, and he started to twiddle with it. Curran’s ADHD often meant, when he was younger, he found it hard to concentrate or sit and do nothing – these days he was getting better of course, and now he was only really, badly, noticeable when he was nervous. Playing with the thread actually managed to help him a little, and red receded from his ears and the back of his neck.

”Sure, i’ll just get it you.”He span on his heel and wandered into the kitchen, grabbing the receiver and returning with it in his hand, holding it out the small blonde with a flourish... but before she could take it, he jerked his hand back. ”You can have it... on the basis that you give me your number”He grinned – no, he didn’t have it yet, and too right he was going to as her out again – but perhaps not now. Perhaps not whilst she was so flustered... he didn’t want to scare her away, send her running for the next town, the next diner.

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